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“Never,” I say before sneezing one last time and ending the call.

I fight the urge to push my best friend on what she means by “we.” Her uncle already said he’s not getting involved because the situation is too volatile. He’s sure no other families, cartels or organizations abroad will want to be anywhere near this deal, in case my wedding turns explosive and suddenly half of each mafia clan is dead. Including the bride and groom, probably.

Just what all wedding day dreams are made of. I groan, wishing I could pet the adorable creature at my feet for comfort.

So, if Ellie’sweisn’t her family, then is her famous politician husband really trying to do something about my fate? If so, does that mean he has ties to the Irish? How? Since when? Why?

Maybe I can feel things out, do some spying on Mark when I see them next week. They’ll be the only Delgado representation at the engagement party, along with Mia if she can convince her papa to let her come.

Anyway, enough questions, for now.

I have a wedding to plan all by myself.

Wait.

I’m planning this thing by myself.

I smile.

What better way to scare off the groom than to make his wedding, and engagement, absolutely insane?

CHAPTER 11

Mark

Mark: I have to ask, again, if there’s any way we can bring Luna in BEFORE this insanity?

Gailo: Wifey is mad at him. Boo hoo.

Mark: STFU Gailo. She’s barely eating or sleeping she’s so worried

Van: Understandable

Robbie: Command said it’s done.

Zander: Done means done. Quit your whining. It plays out how it plays out.

Van: And if it plays out like a red wedding where everyone dies?

Gailo: Then it’s been real, motherfuckers!

Mark: Then my wife will resuscitate me just to kill me herself

Gailo: Again, boo hoo.

Robbie: There have been no indications we should prepare for a red wedding

Zander: Let everyone die then. This marriage is pissing everyone off, this is the spark to start the war we’ve been anticipating for decades. Get your heads out of your asses FFS

Van: Agreed

Mark: Damn, I thought I was supposed to be the heartless one here.

Zander: Marriage made you soft

Gailo: Pollo Suave!

Mark: [Gailo has been blocked from the conversation]